Oh James Joyce would be proud
of all the eloquence ablaze in all these Aliases in Bloggerland
that contemplate the Planet stuck in a gigantic jam
by an iddy biddy bug concocted in the Gilt Gangland
of Wuhan Woe and Misery-laboratory
of Satan’s most sophisticated con-artist’s scourge
that has the world’s godless leaders flailing about,
mouthing the costliest codswallop humanity has ever known.
And there’s the Father of Love and Mercy.
lamenting for the Queen of His stupendous heaven spurned
by a procession of pontiffs who,
could have spared us all this agony
by the simple expedient of a Consecration
of sin-seed-bedded Russia to her Immaculate Heart.
RemnantDisciplesJtM 
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